violins that think
violins that ring
the waters rise
the waters rise
the towers turn
in the mirror of ages
waters
nights
evenings
rivers
waters
estuaries
forked
forked
forked
windows
open
large
wide
eyes of
baroque frontages
houses
houses
houses
in
the
boulevard
of
time
walking
walking
walking
and
house after house
passing
passing
passing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem